I Travel Home

I travel home to remember the sound of morning

I choose the evening to pray I remember this as it is

For when the city returns

When the sound of the green-line trolley cars and skyscrapers

Surround my senses diminishing this version of my imagination

I will remember this

The silence and the night time

I will remember red sand on bare feet

My skin sticky glistening in the sun

My hair like untamed wool

I will remember the air thick of Africa

I will remember my mother in the night